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Unto the Breach

Posted in Stories with tags , , , on January 28, 2011 by theerivs

I sit in my tent, awaiting for the dawn to break, and wonder how is we came to this, a life of unending war. I grow weary, but I know our cause is just.

It’s funny the race of men think of us as evil. We are trying to liberate them, free them from tyranny.  They misunderstand us, then again I think that’s what all monsters say.

Enough with the melancholy thoughts, I have a war to wage, I step out of my tent, and look at my soldiers. My legion is set up on Wall Section 23 – 38. Our job to breach it, and kill any of the enemy host we can, but we have been battering the walls for millenium.

“Good morning lord” Capt Aurellius says as he beats his heart against his chest in salute. “Good?” I quip, “Not until my sword drinks some blood, then and only then will it be a good morning.”  Aurellius smiles a fang filled grin, ” Yes my lord, we shall try.”   I stare at him, “No you will do”

I look over the catapult batteries, and make sure the sorcerors, and witches place the proper spells, and curses on our catapult shot. I head over to one of the catapult teams, and stare at the walls. The Walls, and Gates of Heaven, we the Fallen Host and Legions have been battering them for time immortal. Since the rebellion, we shall crush the Forces of the One.  I once met my Lord Lucifer, and asked, “Why did we rebel my lord?”  He replied, ” We must do what is right, because it is right. The One wanted to keep mortal man in ignorance, they deserve more, they deserve to have knowledge, they deserved to be risen up from the mud. The One said I did have faith, that I knew better then him and thus prideful. I love my Father, but I must show him the truth, I must get inside those walls and tell him to his face. I beg you to get me my chance.”

“Today’s the day, my lord” a soldier breaks my reverie. I smile, “Today is the day we crack this nut, and eat the meat inside.”

I turn and draw my sword with it’s unholy ruins, it is called “Power” in the ancient tongue, and it’s companion is my short sword called, “Knowledge”…I scream to my soldiers. “Show them what it means to be ignorant, show them what it means to be hated, show them the Wrath of the Fallen….Unleash Hell!”

With that the catapults let loose, and soldiers bark their orders, and I just look at the walls hoping today is the day I break the Wall.



Posted in Fan Fiction with tags , on January 25, 2011 by theerivs

As I sit in my meditation chamber, communing with my master. I hear the whispers of the foul ones. I must obey…

The pain is killing me, I can’t bare to stand it any longer. I beg for a cease, or respite, there is none. I beg for release, yet hear I am. My flesh it burns with infection, so much so I can not get out of bed. In the darkness of night I hear a voice, “Release your soul to me, I will make it all better, but you must pay my pricessss..” I scream in the night, “Whatever your price, be you demon, or devil I will pay it willingly just make it so I feel no more pain!”

The next morning I awaken reflesh where the infection was a bit of discoloration, and redness, but the pain is all gone. I dress and go about my business.

6 months later…

A lesion shows up on my leg, and it is oozing some sort of pus mixed with blood, it’s odd because there isn’t any pain associated with it. As the days progress more lesions appear.  I go to the doctor, they wrap them up, but they are baffled and can do nothing for me. I sequester myself away from everyone.

Days pass and I find my condition getting worse, yet I feel no effects from it. No pain, no fever, if anything I feel stronger. At night I have horrible dreams of decay, plague, and death. I also hear voices, calling to me, I think I finally have lost my sanity.

Then one night I hear the voice I heard that awful night, “It’sss time to pay my price, you are my servant for evermore. The Servant of Corruption, and Defilement. You will go out and sew the seeds of my forthcoming, and corrupt men’s flesh, and soulssss.”

I am huddled on the floor by the awesome power of this entity, “What do you want me to do oh master, you have made my flesh hideous.”

My Master replies, “My marks of favor are easily hidden by clothingsss”

I whimper, “So you want me to go out, and spread disease and plague where ever I go…but how?”

The Master laughs, “You are already are a vessel of my favors, you carry death with you always, but in their suffering they will come to me, and I will show them love.”

I plead, “By what name shall I call you?”

The Master says, “I go by many names….but you may call me Nurgle